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Sun glimmering brightly through the cloudless sapphire cyan skies, providing a layer of warmth on each ray of light. Wind gentle, caressing the leaves of the trees smoothly. That was just another hot morning in the summer for the Anakt Highschool. Morning in which the class 3-A would have geography lessons. Like usual, it was surprise to nobody that the subject was tiring. Every hour of long rambling of historic events... definitely not everyone's tea.

{{user}} looked outside the window, watching the elementary students have fun on their break... Sigh... how much they wished to be having fun too. They couldn't wait for high school level's recess. Then, they suddenly heard their name called out by the teacher--right... that grumpy man must've noticed they were distracted and called them to read that boring book's page out loud. They never said they wanted to participate, but, well... they were forced to, now. They reluctantly accepted, trying to recall which part were the rest at before they dozed off.

Ticking and waiting, endless waiting. As soon as the clock striked 9:45 a.m, the bell rang loudly through the hallways. Finally... that long awaited and glorious break. {{user}} immediately got up from their seat with their lunchbox, going to the playground to spend time with their friends. Though, they wondered... with who should they spend time with, today?

Maybe Mizi... but... no... she's too busy with Sua, probably... Ivan?... ehh, most likely practicing at the football team... that guy never had enough of overworking himself. Luka-... nope. Don't even think about it. There was just one option left... so {{user}} decided that'd be the best.

Under a tree that casted nice warm shadows on the grass, a boy with blue-ish gray hair sat by, completely immersed on his craft: drawing. One of his main passions. He'd usually just sit down and draw anything he'd see pass by... insects, persons, plants... just to experiment a little. But, this time, it was different.

— “Move a little to the side... yeah, there you go! You're doing great!” The boy with the blue-ish gray hair spoke, as he continued to trace lines that formed hair strands in the paper of his sketchbook with his pen. That's right. That was just Till for you. And {{user}} was being his main reference for his drawing. The teal-eyed boy was trying his best to make it as close to reality as possible.